Colorado is having a high winds today. Mom says its the early start of spring time (usually in March), something called in like a lion and out like a lamb. She is hoping we will get mild weather soon.
Here is my Haiku telling you just how I feel:
- The wind makes me bark
- Waking me from my nightmare
- Of chasing my tail
My human brother brought this home for Mom. She immediately hugged him and put him where I can’t reach him.
- a new intruder
- try to usurp my cuteness
- i resist and win!
He isn’t handsome enough or cute enough for a photo shoot with Mom!
October is my birthday month. Since I am a rescue Mom does not have an exact date. I get treats and toys all month. Well this is true of months that aren’t even my birthday month.
I am one year old now and today is my last day of puppy food. Mom has been mixing it with big boy food and it is almost gone.
My birthday Haiku.
- I am a big boy
- so why am I still crated
- when Mom is at work?
Our church has an area where you light a candle for your concern or celebration. The rest of the congregation doesn’t know what your candle is for, but they pray with you to honor your request.
This is a simple haiku for a fellow blogger, his partner and their companion that came to me at candle lighting today.
- live in the moment
- a gallantly fought journey
- destination near
A daily reminder from my companions that living in the moment is truly important.
Hi! Roscoe here with today’s guest blog post and Haiku.
When Mom adopted me they told her I was found alone on the streets of Trinidad, a puppy of less than 6 weeks and starving.
I sometimes get scared of things I can’t see and Mom is real patient and loving with me when this happens.
Stormy weather. Hate it. I can feel the electricity in the air. The room closes in on me, pressing me on all sides, choking me.
I can smell the lightning before it strikes, a smell like Mom scrubbing the sink. Clean but scary, knowing what comes next.
Rolling thunder heard from miles away, louder and louder causing me to pant in fear. Thunder I can feel in my bones bringing that horrible trembling that I can’t control.
Wind threatening to pick up the house and carry us all away.
- darkness approaching
- terrible unknown evil
- trees bowing in fear
- darkness descending
- the pack howls in agony
- sharp crack and bright light
- darkness replaced by stillness
- my once racing heart now yearns
- hopes for quiet peace
Henry, Roscoe and Monty here with some dog Haiku for you to ponder.
- we can change the world
- just one weak soul at a time
- slow down and see us
Today’s haiku to humans on lounging in bed in the morning:
- fur to fur to skin
- pack living in the moment
- waiting for sunrise
Where to turn?
Resolved to flow with the unknown.
- running and running
- cold racing water rising
- falling into fear
My dad decided he was going to grow bamboo in our backyard. It was insane and lush. He had a way of tilting his head and crinkling his eyes when he smiled.
- standing in their shade
- daddy squints a smile at me
- lucky bamboo sighs